Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 1030

Chapter 1030: Chapter 1030 - Taming Protocol, Again

Larissa looked at Ren when he came in.

"You’re two minutes late."

"Liu kept me."

"Liu always keeps you..."

They were alone.

Ren had the theory that the absence of an audience was more convenient for Larissa than for him in these sessions, but he had never found the right moment to raise it without the moment becoming a different kind of conversation.

When they had started this a few days ago, he had assumed they would have difficulty not feeling embarrassed about practicing for what was essentially the official promise that they would be getting married, but she had gone straight to the point the moment the door closed even the first day.

"The betrothal ceremony has three phases," Larissa had said, indicating the first document. "The formal presentation, which is where you speak less than your instinct is going to ask you to. The declaration of intent, which has a specific formula you need to memorize because improvising in that moment is the equivalent of insulting every important old family present. And the exchange of seals, which is ceremonial but where each gesture has a registered meaning you will need to execute correctly."

Ren had underestimated how much she wanted this.

Larissa had even convinced Luna and Liora to let her teach Ren alone with a simple argument: on the day of the betrothal, he would surprise them more with what he had learned this way.

She hadn’t elaborated further. She hadn’t needed to, because Luna and Liora had enough judgment to know that when Larissa said something with that calm, the elaboration was a useless detail and the statement was the point.

What she hadn’t told them was the real reason.

That Ren in learning mode gave her very interesting moments.

The problem of memorizing the steps was the same problem it always was. Ren’s perfectionist body did what it did when you gave it inefficient positions: the steps arrived at the wrong angle, the gestures had the right intention but the execution was so stoic that a marionette would have done it more naturally.

The kind of awkwardness that produced in Larissa an impulse she found difficult to contain.

But the easy solution still existed.

The Mantis.

A partial fusion, light enough to be nearly invisible to anyone who didn’t know to look for it, that handed the task of translating intention into movement with the beast’s system.

The Mantis was speed, precision and angle... and when Ren gave her the objective of copying exactly what Larissa’s body was doing, she copied it with the accuracy of something that processed geometry rather than feelings.

Clean and automatic.

But the interesting moments weren’t those. They were the ones that emerged when she gave Ren the gestures and the lines to memorize.

The result was an entirely different Ren from the usual one.